Friday, October 19, 2018

#Excerpt: HUSH by A. M. Salinger

A.M. Salinger
(Nights Series, #8)
Publication date: October 16th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Tom Sutherland is an arrogant prick. There, I said it. Okay, so he’s also my assistant and I couldn’t survive without him, but that doesn’t make him less of an irritating bastard — Lana
Lana Keele is a witch. A beautiful, frustrating witch placed on this earth to torment me. Yeah, she’s my boss, but she’s still the most maddening creature I’ve ever had the misfortune to cross paths with — Tom
When Lana Keele, president of Keele Industries and only surviving heir to business tycoon Oliver Keele, wakes up in her devil-of-an-assistant’s bed after a drunken night out, she fears the worst. That is, until prissy Mr. Perfect Tom Sutherland declares that she’s the last woman he’d ever want to sleep with.
After surviving four years in the company of the infuriating woman he’d lusted after since his teens, Tom has had just about enough of the unholy siren that is Lana, especially when she turns up inebriated on his doorstep one night and demands sex. Convinced that Lana will never return his affections, Tom decides that it’s high time to get over his unrequited love.
Except Lana doesn’t quite seem to agree with this plan. Not after she sees him with another woman. Not after she confronts him about it. And most definitely not after he succumbs to temptation and kisses her.
As they finally ignite the fire that has burned so long between them, Tom cannot help but be certain that for Lana, this is just about sex. Will he be satisfied with only having the body of the woman he loves and not possess her heart? Or will Lana convince Tom that she truly means to give him her everything?
Discover Lana and Tom’s story in this sexy and stormy addition to the hot, contemporary romance series Nights by A.M. Salinger. Note from the author: although each book in Nights can be read as a standalone, you will enjoy this series even more if you read the books in order!
This is a novella length MF romance with a HEA.

Lana Keele stirred and slowly blinked her eyes open. Searing light filled her vision. She winced and twisted her head, a mumbled curse tumbling past her lips. A wave of dizziness swept over her; her stomach clenched painfully. Lana froze and swallowed the rush of bile shooting up her throat. Hot daggers stabbed at her temples. She moaned softly.
It was a moment before she realized she was lying on her front on a bed. She stared blearily at the crisp white pillow in her line of sight before rolling over carefully onto her side. She studied the room she was in with widening eyes.
Where the hell am I?
Cool gray linen kissed her skin. Her very much bare skin.
Lana gasped and sat up. A shaky groan rumbled out of her chest when the headache became a vise squeezing her skull. She reached for the sheet wrapped around her waist and legs and clutched it to her breasts.
She was only wearing her bra and panties.
What the hell happened last night?!
All Lana remembered was being in Shanghai’s latest happening club and having drinks with the man she’d picked up at a bar while she’d been out with a girlfriend she hadn’t seen since her college days. She dimly recalled drunkenly kissing the guy while her similarly inebriated friend hooked up with another man. The rest was a blur.
A door opened opposite the end of the bed. A man walked out of an en suite bathroom, his face obscured by the towel he was using to rub his hair dry.
Lana’s pulse jumped. She stared up a pair of powerful, tanned legs, the mouth-watering deep V tantalizingly revealed at the top of the towel perched precariously on slim hips, a defined six-pack, a broad, muscular chest, and strong corded arms that bunched and flexed with the man’s movements.
Holy crap, was the guy from the club this hot?!
The man paused and lowered the towel from his head. Lana felt the blood drain from her face.
No. Fucking. Way.
Tom Sutherland, her assistant and secretary of four years and the bane of her life, arched an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, you’re up,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice. “You’d better get dressed. You have an appointment in fifty minutes.”
Lana’s jaw sagged open as Tom walked over to a wardrobe and took down the neatly pressed suit, shirt, and tie draped on a clothes hanger hooked on the handle. Her eyes widened into saucers when she saw one of her work suits on an adjacent hanger, complete with a pair of matching panties and bra. Tom removed briefs from a chest of drawers and disappeared inside the bathroom.
Lana was still staring at the spot where he’d disappeared when he came out minutes later fully dressed. He sighed and glanced at his watch with a frown while he finished knotting his tie.
“Forty-five minutes, Lana,” he said briskly. “Get your ass into gear.”
Lana opened and closed her mouth soundlessly as he headed for the bedroom door.
“Hey! Wait a minute!” she spluttered. “Why am I in your bed, half naked?!”
Tom stopped and twisted on his heels, his hands in his pockets. Lana ignored the wild pounding of her heart as she watched the way the motion stretched the material of his shirt across his torso.
All it took was one look at his condescending expression for her to stiffen, the familiar irritation that plagued her whenever she was in his presence replacing the baffling feeling presently coursing through her.
There’s no way in hell I just thought Tom Sutherland was attractive!
“Funny story,” Tom said sardonically. “My boss turned up on my doorstep at one in the morning, barged inside my apartment, stripped, and demanded sex.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I felt I had to oblige her.”
Panic slammed into Lana and sent her pulse into the stratosphere.
No. Dear God, please tell me we didn’t—
Anger flashed through her when she detected the mocking light in Tom’s eyes. “You asshole!” she hissed. “Tell me what really happened!”
Tom leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his ankles. Lana’s gaze dropped to where his pants stretched across his strong thighs. She cursed internally and brought her eyes back up to his face, angry at herself for noticing his body once more.
This is Tom, for fuck’s sake!
“The part about you turning up at an ungodly hour and entering my place without my permission is accurate, as was your demand for sex,” Tom said coolly. “You then spent the next two hours throwing up in my bathroom. I sent your dress to the dry cleaners, put you to bed, and went to your penthouse to pick up a fresh change of clothes.”
Lana glanced at the pillow next to the one she’d been lying on, her unspoken question hanging in the air.
Tom sighed. “I slept on the couch. Trust me, I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last woman on Earth.”
Lana inhaled sharply as he turned and left the room. She scowled in the next instant.
“Oh yeah?! And I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the only asshole left alive on this entire planet!” she shouted after him, a familiar pain surging inside her chest.

Author Bio:
Ava Marie Salinger is the pen name of an Amazon bestselling author who has always wanted to write scorching hot contemporary and erotic romance. In 2018, she finally decided to venture to the steamy side. NIGHTS is the first of several sizzling series featuring sweet, sexy men and women with dark pasts and a whole lot of love to give to the ones brave enough to fight for their hearts. When she’s not dreaming up hotties to write about, you’ll find Ava creating kickass music playlists to write to, spying on the wildlife in her garden, drooling over gadgets, and eating Chinese.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2018

#Excerpt: CRAZY SCOTTISH LOVE by Jessie Donovan

Crazy Scottish Love
Jessie Donovan
(Love in Scotland, #1)
Publication date: October 15th 2018
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

Tired of the online dating scene and her nagging mother, Donella Spencer braves her eccentric extended family and heads for a month-long visit to Scotland to stay with them. As long as she keeps to herself and avoids her family as much as possible, it should be easy to relax, right?
What she doesn’t count on is running into Robbie Campbell, the guy who tried so hard to ditch her nearly twenty years ago that it took a search and rescue team to save her. Not only that, she doesn’t expect to fall for Robbie’s daughter’s big, brown eyes and agree to hold a themed costume party for Donella’s 31st birthday. One that involves her relatives dressing in nineteenth century safari garb and dusty, old animal outfits.
And none of that even begins to address her grandmother’s attempts to matchmake and marry off Donella within the month.
It’s going to be one long, trying summer in Scotland. However, sometimes the strangest situations can show what someone needs in life. Because if Donella falls in love with a man who can put up with her family, she may finally have her happy ending in sight.
Provided her relatives don’t drive her crazy first.

However, the peaceful sound of the wind and seagulls as Donella enjoyed the enchanting sight didn’t last. Something smacked her on the side of the head. She lost her balance and fell on her ass.
After a string of profanities that would no doubt earn her a scolding later on, Donella slowly sat up and touched the side of her head. Looking at her fingers, there wasn’t any blood.
A Scottish male voice she didn’t recognize shouted, “Are you all right?”
Donella looked in the direction of the sound. A tall guy with short, reddish-brown hair rushed toward her.
Before she could do more than open her mouth, a large black and white dog dashed past the man and stopped in front of her. He promptly put his nose to her privates.
He bumped and sniffed around, reminding her why she preferred cats. Sure, both sniffed butts, but at least with cats they sniffed other cats and left her lower body well enough alone.
The dog rose its head, a bright green ball in its mouth. The dog dashed back toward the man and dropped it at his feet.
She’d found her attacker. “Is that how you always welcome tourists to the island? By pelting them with hard balls and knocking them on their butts?”
The corner of the man’s ticked up. “Well, to be fair, only a tourist would be dressed like that. So you would be an easy target for anyone who was out to find them.”
She wasn’t embarrassed about her yoga pants and T-shirt. A combined thirteen-hour plane ride wasn’t meant to be a fashion show. “I’ll make sure to mention how the locals hit tourists and insult their attire on my online review.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “I doubt you’ll do so. After all, it would affect everyone on the island, and I don’t think you’d want that.”
Before she could ask how he knew she wouldn’t, a little girl of about six or seven peeked her brown-haired head out from behind the guy and stepped to the side, holding one of those ball-tossing things dog owners liked to use. She glanced up at the man. “Should I say sorry? I didn’t mean to hit her.”
Donella suddenly felt like an ass. She wasn’t the best person with kids, but from her own childhood, she knew full well how mini-disasters could happen without warning.
The man placed a hand on the little girl’s shoulder. “I’d apologize to Donnie now or you’ll have to face old Mrs. Spencer later.”
The girl’s eyes widened, but Donella focused on the man’s revelations. “How do you know who I am?”
“Putting aside how your gran’s been going on about your visit for weeks, this isn’t the first time we’ve met.” He bowed his head. “Robbie Campbell, at your service.”
A memory from twenty years ago, of her being stranded on a tiny slip of land with water on one side and a small cliff behind her, came rushing back. She pointed a finger. “You. You’re the reason the police and fire brigade had to rig a harness and rescue me.”
He put up a hand. “Don’t blame me. You were the annoying ten-year-old following me around all summer. Everyone around here with good sense knows not to go out there when the tide’s about to come in.”
Donella narrowed her eyes. “Local knowledge that relies on ‘good sense’ only works if you live here. You should’ve known that and warned me.”
Again, he shrugged one shoulder. “I was almost thirteen and assumed I was king of the world at that point. Besides, an American always on my heels was a nuisance. My mates teased nonstop and I wanted it to end. Stranding you during high tide did the trick.”
She growled. “I could’ve drowned.”
“But you didn’t. Who do you think called the authorities to rescue you?”
Donella searched her mind for a good come back. They never came when she needed one.
Before she could even sputter something halfway witty, the little girl asked, “Why are you angry at my daddy?”

Author Bio:
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Jessie Donovan has sold over half a million books across multiple formats, has given away hundreds of thousands more to readers for free, and has even hit the NY Times and USA Today bestseller lists. She is best known for her dragon-shifter series, but also writes about magic users, aliens, and even has an upcoming crazy romantic comedy set in Scotland. When not reading a book, attempting to tame her yard, or traipsing around some foreign country on a shoestring, she can often be found interacting with her readers on Facebook. She lives near Seattle, where, yes, it rains a lot but it also makes everything green.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Interview with Tina Hogan Grant, RECKLESS BEGINNINGS

What are four things you can’t live without?
Straight away I thought of coffee. It is my goto in the morning. Nothing happens until I’ve had that first cup of coffee. Am I grouch without it. You bet.
Being a writer and engaging on social media to promote my work, I’m going to have to say my laptop.
English breakfast tea. I’m British. What can I say. I’ve had a love for a hot cup of tea in the afternoons for as long as I can remember. I love it just as much as I do coffee. As soon as I get home, I kick off my shoes, boil the kettle and spend the next twenty minutes savoring a delicious cuppa  before tackling anything else.
My husband. Having been married for over twenty-five years, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. He picks me up when I am down. He is my supporter in everything I do and he just makes every day brighter.

What is your favorite television show?
No doubt about it. “Deadliest Catch.”  I commercial fished for over ten years and watching the show takes me back to those days. At times I miss being on the ocean for days at a time, watching the show puts me back out there.

If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? Why?
Oh definitely, Pippi Longstocking. In fact my nickname throughout my school years was Pippi. She was my idol. I had the red hair and freckles and even wore the odd striped socks. I loved her fearless adventurous ways. Her independence and her strength. She was her own person, one that didn’t want to grow up and no matter what everyone was drawn to her. Back then I wanted to be just like her. 

What have you got coming soon for us to look out for?
I’m currently working on book two of “Reckless Beginnings” titled “Better Endings.” Tammy Mellows story continues in this book where she has to face more challenges in her life and make life changing decisions.

What books or authors have most influenced your own writing?
My father is the late science fiction author James P. Hogan. By far he has and always will be my inspiration. He showed me the joy of books for which I’m forever grateful and I watched him fulfil his lifelong dream of becoming a successful author through hard work and determination and never giving up.

J. K. Rowling is another of my inspirations. I love her rags to riches story. How she wrote the first Harry Potter book on a train while commuting to work. And even though it was rejected, I think over twenty times, she believed in her story and never gave up.  Finally someone saw what she saw and the rest is history. 

Tammy Mellows, a fourteen-year-old native of England, was shocked when her father and troubled older sister, Donna, moved to the States.

With her family now separated by divorce and divided by an ocean, Tammy felt helpless when she learned Donna had run away and couldn’t be found.

Thanks to her father insisting she stay behind in England to finish school, Tammy could do nothing for the next three years but pray that Donna would be found safe.

When Tammy’s lifelong dream of moving to the States was finally fulfilled, she had high hopes of looking for Donna. But with no leads and faced with turmoil in her own life, there wasn’t much Tammy could do.

After a forbidden secret love affair and a catastrophic dispute with her father, Tammy eventually meets Steven, settles down and has his child, only to discover he is a heroin addict. Thrown into a life of drugs and violence. Shadowed by his addiction, she becomes the silent and forgotten one. Living in fear of what Steven might be capable of and struggling alone to provide for her young son.

What consequences might she face if she leaves Steven? Is she ever going to find her sister alive? Will she have enough courage to conquer the impossible challenges of her twisted world and still come out on top?

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Tina Hogan Grant was born in England and grew up in a small town on the Yorkshire Moors. She is the youngest daughter of science fiction author, James P. Hogan. After moving to California, she became a commercial lobster fisherwoman, fishing off the coast of Southern California for ten years with her husband Gordon.

For fourteen years, she’d had a notion of writing her debut novel “Reckless Beginnings”. But it wasn’t until the sudden death of her father in 2010 and a battle with breast cancer a year later that she made the decision to get it done. Seven years later, she finally completed it. She is now working on a sequel titled,  “Better Endings.”

She currently resides with her husband in the small mountain community of Frazier Park in Southern California. Together they enjoy anything that involves the outdoors, fishing, hiking, kayaking and riding quads.

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Monday, October 15, 2018

#Excerpt: QUEST FOR NOBILITY by Debra L Martin & David W Small

Avikar, startled from his musing, looked down and saw a tart sliding down the front of his jacket leaving a trail of whipped cream as it fell to the floor.  “What the…?”
Laughter erupted behind him.
Whirling around, he saw Darius Telkur standing behind him, smirking.  Beside him was his twin sister, Dyla, a striking raven-haired beauty with blue-violet eyes.  She was trying hard to suppress her own smile.
Pulling the handkerchief from his pocket, Avikar wiped the remnants of the whipped cream off his jacket. “How dare you?”
Darius stood with his hands on his hips and stared defiantly at Avikar. Tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome with a finely chiseled jaw, he looked every inch a royal.  He didn’t need to use his telepathic ability to see that Avikar was fuming. “How dare I what?  I didn’t do anything.  I walked in, saw the pastry flying through the air, and then smack, it hit you.”
Avikar looked back and forth between the twins. He hated both of them, for their stunning good looks, for their PSI abilities, and for the success they’d already achieved in their young lives. He didn’t notice Dyla glance to her left at Eclasius Jortac, who was standing near the pastry table.  Nor did he catch the gleam in the young man’s eye. If he had, he would have known immediately where the pastry had come from.
“Avikar, my brother and I were in the courtyard greeting guests and only now came into the hall.  We had nothing to do with that tart hitting you,” Dyla explained.
Avikar stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket and glared at the twins. “Forgive me if I don’t believe that, Lady Dyla.”
Darius took a step towards the little man.  He didn’t take it lightly when anyone challenged his sister. “Are you calling my sister a liar?”
“Did I say she was a liar?” Avikar replied, his voice rising with each exchange.
A few paces away, Duke Levon looked over his shoulder when he heard the loud voices.  He excused himself from his guests, and hurried toward the threesome. “What’s happening here?” he asked.
“Nothing at all, Father,” Dyla replied innocently.  “Darius and I were on our way to find Ty.” Dyla pulled on Darius’ sleeve steering him away from their father.
Duke Levon, a well-built man of medium height with graying brown hair and a neatly trimmed mustache, watched his children depart, not exactly sure what had transpired between them and Avikar.  With two sixteen-year-olds full of spirit and intricately bonded to each other, there was never a dull moment around the mansion.
“Avikar, a word please.”  Levon said. He motioned Avikar to the side of the room for a private conversation.
Avikar didn’t wait for Levon to begin. He rushed headlong into his deception. “Sire, I’ve been waiting to talk to you.  It’s a matter of great urgency.”
“Fine, I will listen, but first I want to clear up some disturbing news I heard.”
Avikar wrung his hands, afraid that Levon had found out about his plan with the Red Alliance. “What news, my lord?”
 “Did you order a thief to be dosed with feverwort?”
Avikar shifted his weight from one foot to the other, relieved by the topic of conversation, but still apprehensive that the duke had found out about his secret plan.
“You know full well that I frown upon that practice,” Levon continued.  “Too much of that drug can permanently extinguish a person’s PSI powers.”
“My lord, are you questioning my authority over the waterfront district?”
“Not your authority, Avikar, only your zealous nature in governing it.”
“I did order the punishment, but it was necessary.  It was the second time that thief had been caught stealing by using his telekinetic abilities.  He needed to be stopped and a clear message sent to those that abuse their powers in such a way.”
“Messages can be delivered in other ways, Avikar.  Don’t do it again.  It’s not the way we handle things in this duchy.  I hope I’m making myself clear.”
Avikar nodded.  “Of course, my lord, it won’t happen again.”
“Thank you, Avikar.  Now, what did you want to talk to me about?”

The parents of royal Otharian twins Darius and Dyla have been murdered; their cousin is stealing their throne, and they are falsely accused of murder. Their only choice is to flee to the forbidden and quarantined planet Earth, but it could turn out to be a one-way trip.

To return home, they must find an ancient crystal, that once belonged to Merlin, to power the return portal. When the twins stumble upon the location of the crystal, the local crime boss sends out his assassin to retrieve it. Can Darius and Dyla use their PSI powers to open the portal home and reclaim their throne before the assassin catches up to them?

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Saturday, October 13, 2018

#Review: ONCE UPON A DUKE by Erica Ridley #12dukes

  5 of 5 stars

This was a delightful and funny book for all those who love Christmas! Noelle Pratchett loves her community of Cressmouth or Christmas as the villagers like to call their little town. Having been hurt by Benjamin, Duke of Silkridge, 5 years ago, she's not happy to see him return for the reading of his grandfather's will.  Benjamin has lost everyone he's ever loved during the Christmas season and he's the perfect Scrooge for the story loosely based on a Christmas Carol. Noelle makes Benjamin feel things he doesn't want to acknowledge and yet she pulls at him like a siren at sea. Can Benjamin open his heart and let in the one girl who can make all his dreams come true?

Ms. Ridley has written a very entertaining book and I loved all the supporting characters especially Tiny Tim. The witty banter between all the characters is great and had me laughing throughout the story. A definite read for romance lovers who adore a happy ending.

I received a copy of this book in exchange for a fair and honest review and was not obligated to leave a review.

Friday, October 12, 2018

Interview with Laire McKinney, DESTINY FULFILLED

Can you give us a brief overview of your latest book? Is it part of a series?
Destiny Fulfilled is my debut release, and it’s brimming with romance, fantasy, intriguing characters like immortal druids and faeries, and a great battle of good versus evil. Lord of the Rings, the movie trilogy (I liked the books too, but the movies are my all-time favorite), was definitely a hefty inspiration in guiding me to push boundaries, to open my imagination, to create a magical world readers want to lose themselves in. It is not part of a series at this time, but I am always open to the possibilities.

Do you have a favorite character?
My favorite character has to be Riagan Tenman, the immortal warrior druid/hero who oozes sex appeal like an enticing scent. His character starts off as crass and shallow, but he changes in the most endearing, often humorous way. After Riagan, it’s a tie between Wren, the heroine, and her mother, Annie. Then throw in Wren’s beloved bloodhound, Duke, and it’s a cast of characters that will always be dear to my heart.

Do you belong to a critique group? Have they helped improve your writing?
I have tried critique groups in the past, and have always valued the feedback, but I find I have trouble sticking with it. Either it’s my critique partner who fizzles as life gets in the way, or it’s me, as my life gets in the way. I am a very quiet, introverted person by nature and do better when I operate on my own. That being said, I have dear writerly friends who will read for me when I ask them to and will provide feedback. I also just started working with a professional editor who is helping me with my next novel because I’m stuck and I can’t figure out how to get myself out of the muck. I do recommend multiple eyes see a manuscript, whether it’s a formal critique group, friends who beta read (and provide honest feedback!), or hired professionals.

What is your writing process? Do you listen to music or do you like silence?
I am an avid devotee to Pandora, and the music station I always listen to when I write is the Hayley Westenra station. She’s a singer from New Zealand, similar to Celtic Woman and Josh Groban. Something about the lyrical tone of her voice takes my scattered, disorganized mind and lays a path to focus and motivation. I’ve been listening to this station for over five years. Creature of habit, I guess, but if it works, why mess with it?!

Do you outline your story or just go where your muse takes you?
I do not outline, though I often wish I did! I usually have an idea of where I’m starting, where I’m going, and where I’ll end up. The rest is flying by the seat of my proverbial pants and letting my mind do what it does best-create.

Did you hire an editor to review your manuscript before publishing?
Yes! Even if your publisher provides editing, it’s not a bad idea to have a content/developmental editor in your back pocket, as well as a copy editor. If you’re in the querying agents stage, it’s worth it to pay for these services before submitting to ensure your manuscript is the best it can be (they can be very expensive, though, especially to someone just starting out). One of my dear friends landed an agent this way, so it’s something to think about. Remember, it’s a highly competitive world and putting your best foot forward at the beginning is essential.

Do you find it difficult to juggle your time between marketing your current book and writing your next book?
I am terrible at marketing. Absolutely terrible. I am introverted to a fault and find it very difficult to promote myself. I’m happiest and most content when I’m creating new content, but that doesn’t sell books, now does it? Becoming comfortable with marketing is a necessity that cannot be overvalued. There are thousands upon thousands of authors in the world now, and yes, you’re competing with every single one of them. If they market better than you do, it doesn’t matter if your story is better. They’ll get the exposure, and likely, the sales. I need to take my own advice, don’t I?!

What advice would you give a new author just entering into the self-publishing arena?
I would recommend the critique group, and not just friends. Friends and family are often not as lethally honest as they need to be. Join or form a critique group and take the advice to heart (whether or not you use it). Join a writer’s community. I belong to Romance Writers of America (RWA) and Women’s Fiction Writers. Not only do these organizations expose you to other like-minded people, but they offer workshops and these are vital to learning and improving the writing craft.

Some fun facts about you, which do you prefer – dogs or cats? Chocolate or vanilla? Coffee or Tea? Talk or Text? Day or Night?
Hmm…fun facts about me. I’ll fire off a list like a lightening-round in a game show:
Dogs or cats: Dogs all the way!
Chocolate or vanilla: What’s vanilla?
Coffee or tea: Coffee in the morning; matcha green tea in the afternoon.
Talk or text: Text. Text. Text. Introvert all the way.
Day or night: I’m most productive in the morning, but I do love to sleep. Let’s call it a tie.
Adult or YA literature: Any and all. I love to read.
Library or book store: Library…and book store if I have the budget for the books I want to buy.
Bike or drive: Drive. Like a maniac.
Computer or pen and paper: Pen and paper, though computer is too convenient.
Meatballs or tofu: Tofu.
The Great British Baking Show or NFL: The Great British Baking Show (I’m currently watching reruns).
Hug or handshake: Hug every time.

What’s next for you?
Love on the Ridge, a contemporary women’s fiction novel, releases through BHC Press in 2019. It’s book #1 in the Wildflower Ridge Series. The trilogy is set in beautiful West Virginia, where I was born and raised, and figures prominently in all three books. It’s a tale of young love gone awry, with a chance to make amends, and a future, when life forces them to reunite as adults.

Thank you so much for hosting me today. Cheers! Laire

Destiny Fulfilled
Laire McKinney
Publication date: August 7th 2018
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

Only love can save them…
Wren O’Hara is waiting for the day she succumbs to mental illness like her mother. When she is attacked by a psychotic client at work, and saved by what must be an angel, she fears the time for insanity has come.
Little does she know, her savior is an immortal warrior druid named Riagan Tenman, and that he will challenge everything she ever thought she knew about reality.
Now Wren must decide if the fantasy unfolding before her is true, or if she has finally lost her mind.

Author Bio:
Laire McKinney is the author of contemporary and fantasy women’s fiction. She believes in a hard-earned happily-ever-after, with nothing more satisfying than passionate kisses and sexy love scenes, endearing characters and complex conflict. When not writing, she can be found traipsing among the wildflowers, reading under a willow tree, or gazing at the moon while pondering the meaning of it all. She lives in Virginia with her family and beloved rescue pup, Lila da Bean.

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Wednesday, October 10, 2018

#Excerpt: THE SCYTHIAN TRIALS by Elizabeth Isaacs

The Scythian Trials
Elizabeth Isaacs
Published by: Vesuvian Books
Publication date: October 16th 2018
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance, Science Fiction

Descendants of the Amazons, the Scythians work alongside prominent governments but answer to no one. Warriors living on the fringe of civilization, they live by one credo: Strength through Equality. Power through Knowledge.
Nya Thalestris is the brightest Scythian of her generation. Strong, capable, ruthless, she is sure to earn a spot in the Trials, a time-honored mating ritual responsible for the evolution of her species.
Abducted by their sworn enemy, the Drahzda, Nya is forever altered and spirals out of control. The Society sends in Jax Nickius. Infamous psychologist and one of the most brutal warriors of their kind, he discovers triggers planted in Nya’s mind. As Nya solidifies her spot in the Trials, Jax develops a plan to help her heal—while pursuing her as a mate. But, Nya’s attraction to Jax is at war with her instinct to never let anyone get too close.
During the Trials, Nya’s repressed memories surface, revealing a new enemy—one from inside the consulate walls—and a traitorous alliance on the horizon that could irrevocably change the course of history.
Since before the Bronze Age, the Society has managed to safeguard humanity from itself … until now.

Nya knelt, her fingertips grazing the embedded paw print in the dark soil. Deep grooves on one side revealed the mountain lion had been favoring its right flank. The impressions were fresh, which meant they were closing ground.
Her prey had led her deep into the heart of the dense forest.
She slowly rose from her crouched position. The bright moon’s light broke through the thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the path ahead. The cat’s lopsided tracks wove between the trees, skirting dangerously close to the mountain’s ledge.
She glanced over her shoulder, watching Jax weave through the trees. He chose to stay a few hundred yards back. She had mixed feelings about the gesture. Tomorrow was her last challenge before graduating from the academy, and Jax was giving her the rare gift of space, which she appreciated. But he also insisted she lead, which made her leery.
In her culture, being treated as an equal was a dangerous thing.
Nya picked up the pace, following the path until it ended at the edge of a bluff. She stopped for a moment to watch the brooding mist that crept along the valley’s floor. From this vantage point, the streetlights looked like fireflies trapped under frosted glass.
The average human, or Allos as her people called them, knew little of her kind. They stayed on the forest’s fringe, consumed with the newest technology, choosing instead to take in the mountain’s beauty through windows and distant porches. Most Allos lacked the physical stamina to reach her compound, and those foolish enough to venture too close never came back.
Her stomach flipped as the hair on the back of her neck prickled. Even though Jax hadn’t made a sound, she knew he was behind her.
“Do you think the cat fell to his death?” His deep voice, always so calm, muttered in her ear.
She shivered. Jax officially was the academy’s weapons expert, but he also carried a Ph.D. in psychology and had been her counselor since her first year. He knew she hated people getting in her space. Until a few weeks ago he’d always respected the boundary. Now, he seemed to go out of his way to cross it.
Her brow lowered. “What do you think?”
“You’re the tracker. You tell me.”
The tension eased as she stepped closer to the ridge, putting some distance between them. She looked at the steep angle leading to the small town below. “I don’t think it’s down there.”
“And why not, Vtachi?”
Nya scowled, hating the nickname only he used. He’d given it to her the first time she snuck out of the compound. It meant ‘little bird’ in her native language, Dacian, and it made her feel small and weak. “Stop calling me that. I have more in common with that mountain lion than I do a helpless vtachi.”
Jax’s perceptive eyes held her gaze. He sighed. “Sadly, that may be true. But it’s become my priority to help you change that. Now, how do you know the cat has not fallen to his death? Answer the question, please.”
The stubborn part of her wanted to stay silent, but knowing Jax, he’d keep her there all night discussing the finer points of tracking. Or worse, he’d delve into the significance of her having more in common with a wounded predator than an animal gifted with flight.

Author Bio:
Elizabeth is an author, teacher, and publishing professional who began her career as a national presenter for Resource Profiles, where she developed teacher seminars designed to foster creative brain stimulation. Moving into formal education, she helped at-risk students improve their writing skills as well as created and implemented a creative writing/blogging program that centered on teaching the 21st-century learner. Works stemming from this initiative were published online and seen in over 40 countries.
Elizabeth receives invitations to speak nationwide at schools and book clubs. She co-founded the popular book site, Chirenjenzie, which reaches thousands of people throughout the world. The writer support and reader interest group promotes and interacts with followers on Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and various other blog sites. Elizabeth has a Master's degree from Austin Peay State University, where she studied classical opera. She graduated Magna Cum Laude and was a member of the Phi Beta Kappa Honor Society.
"The Light of Asteria" received Honorable Mention at the New York Book Festival. Her newest work, "The Scythian Trials" will be released in 2017 by Vesuvian Media.
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Julie Raynes’ husband is missing.
Devastated and confused, she refuses to believe that he would leave her voluntarily, though her best friend thinks differently. However, her Aunt Alice, a psychic, tells her Adam has been murdered, and when she reveals how she knows this, any hope that Adam is still alive, dissipates.

The police also believe that Adam Raynes was murdered. And Julie is their prime suspect. Her life in ruins, Julie vows to hunt down whoever is responsible for Adam’s murder and make them pay for their crime.

In the meantime, David Gray, a young man who was pulled from a lake by a fisherman when he was 9 years old, wakens from a coma after nearly two decades. Unknown to Julie, Adam and David share a dark connection, a darkness that threatens to devour them both.

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About the Author:
Writing gives me a sense of achievement and satisfaction that nothing else does. (Except having my babies.) And that's not a bad analogy, if not an original one. Holding your published book in your hands, (especially that first one), running your fingers over its smooth cover, tracing your name there - is heady stuff! These days of course, knowing my readers are downloading my books onto their Kindles and ipads and Kobos, and so on is just as great. For me, a dream come true, even though it's been awhile since I wrote my first book.

I am drawn to explore the dark side of humanity, and my intention is to give the reader a roller coaster ride that will resonate long after the last word is read. I know that I am truly blessed to be permitted to work every day at what I most love and need to do. I think you appreciate it even more when you've had to go to those awful 9 to 5 jobs you hated, because the bills have to be paid. And I've had my share of them over the years -- hulling strawberries, waiting tables, grading eggs... (top that one). A couple of those jobs have left scars. I've been stalked by a psychotic customer when I was selling 'CAA'. (Canada's version of 'AAA'.) I've been chased around the desk by a so-called pillar of society while working as a secretary. But while I wouldn't want to repeat it, I wouldn't take back a single moment of any of it. All is 'grist' for the writer's mill.

The next best thing is hearing from my readers. You have been so generous in your comments, so kind to take the time in your own busy lives to write to me. Telling me that my novels kept you up all night, or that you couldn't put the book down is music to my ears, and keep me going in the dark times that come to all writers, while I find my way about in the unknown, unlit territory of that next book.


In addition to her critically award-winning suspense novels including And Then he was Gone and The Deepest Dark, Joan Hall Hovey's articles and short stories have appeared in such diverse publications as The Toronto Star, Atlantic Advocate, Seek, Home Life Magazine, Mystery Scene, The New Brunswick Reader, Fredericton Gleaner, New Freeman and Kings County Record. Her short story Dark Reunion was selected for the anthology investigating Women, Published by Simon & Pierre.

Ms. Hovey has held workshops and given talks at various schools and libraries in her area, including New Brunswick Community College, and taught a course in creative writing at the University of New Brunswick. For a number of years, she has been a tutor with Winghill School, a distance education school in Ottawa for aspiring writers.She is a member of the Writer's Federation of New Brunswick, past regional Vice-President of Crime Writers of Canada and International Thriller Writers.

Her books are available at most online book stores, including Amazon, B&N, Kobo, and more. Check out her website at

She lives in Saint John, NB, in an uptown building over 100 years old, with her cat Bella. Aside from writing (and reading of course) She enjoys playing piano and spending time with her grandson. She is presently at work on her latest suspense novel.

Her novels include:

And Then he was Gone
The Deepest Dark
The Abduction of Mary Rose
Tragic Spawn
Night Corridor
Chill Waters
Nowhere To Hide
Listen to the Shadows

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